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and went to meet her husband's family.

Do you find that acceptable?

You want to see me dead!

Ungrateful! You wish for my death!

I'll kill myself right away!

- Come home, madam.

Give me my pills, black woman!

None left. If you want pills,

get them from your daughter.

How dare you?

You turned my daughter against me

with your witchcraft!

Pilar! Open up, Pilar!

You are my only friend.

Nobody cares about me...

"For Pilar"

"My dear friend,

my maid locks me in my bedroom.

I'm sure my daughter doesn't know,

or she would fire her

and take me to the doctor's

so I can get the sleeping pills I need.

I fear my daughter

has been irremediably poisoned

by this devil worshipper's

lies and witchcrafts.

Because she never listens to me

and thinks I am mad.

Pilar, I need to see you urgently.

You're the only one I can trust.

Yours. Aurora"

Pilarita, we're very concerned.

You must be very sad,

missing the little Polish

nun's company.

We came to pay you a visit.

Delicious cake!

It's the only one I can make.

- Really good.

Oh, a new painting!

It's modern... and weird.

It was a gift from my painter friend.

He's a good man

but this is not this best.

I thought me might come today,

didn't want to disappoint him

if it wasn't on the wall.

But as he's not coming...

Santa, give me another slice.

This will be my dinner.

Have some more, too,

you won't have to worry later.

I'm fine, thank you.

I'll do that later, Santa.

I like doing it.

Don't you think Ms Aurora has been

more nervous lately?

She complains she can't slepp...

- She wakes up early.

Ms Aurora is special, has a tendency

to exgerate a lot of imagination.

That's true.

...but I think she's not well.

We should do something.

Madam, I do as I am told.

I think she's having a breakdown.

She needs medication,

not a "crazy" tag.

Her daughter is the boss.

But her daughter doesn't care!

Don't you see that, Santa?

Excuse me, madam.

I've had a wonderful idea:

You will make another cake

for Santa's birthday.

Have you told Pilar, Santa?

She's having a party at mine,

and even have a few cousins round.

That's much better.

Sometimes people give us presents

that don't suit us at all.

They mean well

but they don't know our taste.

See this? A present from my daughter.

It's very soft

and suits me really well.

It has this beluga print,

those whales she studies in Canada.

That way she knows

I won't forget her.

"PETITION FOR THE APPALLED ECONOMISTS"

"CAMPAIGN.

HUMAN RIGHTS = LESS POVERTY"

"ARMS TRAFFICKING, RISE IN DEATHS"

Our Father in heaven,

hallowed be your name,

your kingdom come,

your will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us the wrong we have done

as we forgive those who wrong us.

Lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from the devil...

Amen.

Lord, please watch over Ms Aurora

who has been so restless.

Give her some peace.

Santa made no mistakes

in this dictation.

She has made enormous progress,

an example to us all.

I think I know why that is.

Santa told me

she has been reading a book.

Isn't that right, Santa?

- Yes.

Which book?

Robinson Crusoe.

Extraordinary!

What's the book about?

This is too much work, Santa.

It'll be the last time.

An old lady like me doesn't need this.

That's life, Ms Aurora.

Have you got any money for me, Santa?

No, you spent it all at the casino.

You'll have to ask your daughter.

I'm going out. I won't be long.

You're not pawning that coat, are you?

- What a nerve!

Your daughter will be angry

if you come back

without the coat like last time.

Monster!

I am the prisoner of a monster!

How is Ms Aurora?

- She's lying down.

Santa, this can't go on.

We'll have to call her daughter.

I need her number.

I'm not allowed to give out her number.

You'll have to ask Ms Aurora.

Is this the way to treat someone?

Can't you see your nistress needs help?

Why do you have to mind

other people's business?

Who is it, Santa?

It's Ms Pilar.

Leave, Santa.

My friens, I'm so glad you're here.

You won't believe what's happening.

They want to see me dead.

- Calm down, Ms Aurora.

I can't. You don't know a thing.

I do but nobody else does.

I don't want to go to hell.

Pilar,

I beg you to pray to Saint Anthony!

You're so kind, like no other.

He will listen to you.

I pray, but he doesn't listen to me.

And I know why.

- Ms Aurora...

You're too good to imagine

other people's crimes.

Horrors I am ashamed to confess.

I know I'm paying for them.

This black woman was sent by...

because I'm his prisoner.

Santa practices witchcraft

against all of us.

Against you too, Pilar,

because he's terrible.

But he has nothing against you.

Only against me.

Because I have blood on my hands.

My daughter is also under his spell.

I can smell the fumes in the night

but I'm unable to get up.

I am so afraid.

Pray to St Anthony, Pilar,

for me and for my daughter.

All is in your hands.

This isn't a matter of faith.

Modern science admits the possibility

of this kind of mass phenomenon.

A group of people

thinking the same thing,

together,

at the same time

can alter a situation.

It's parapsychological...

Nothing supernatural.

Assuming somebody will be there.

Lots of people are away for New Year.

Yeah, they only care

about the fireworks.

Could I have the green pen, please?

Green pen, Pilar.

Geographic dispersion is the future.

Small gatherings around the globe

at the same time.

It's the law of simultaneity.

Pilar, you gave me the yellow pen.

I need the green one.

Silly me.

My head is in the clouds.

Problems can't be solved in the clouds.

"SHAME ON THE UN"

We will now proceed...

Please lower your posters

for our minute of silence.

We ask you to light the candle

you were given

and raise it, when you

manage to light it, really high...

Pray to Saint Anthony, Pilar.

If then you ask for miracles

Death, error, all calamities,

Leprosy and demons fly,

And health succeeds infirmities.

The sea obeys and fetters break,

And lifeless limbs you do restore;

While treasures lost are found again,

When young and old your aid implore.

All dangers vanish at your prayer,

And direst need does quickly flee;

Let those who know your power proclaim,

Let Paduans say:
there are yours.

To Father, Son may glory be

And Holy Ghost eternally.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come, your will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Hello, Santa.

- Hello, Ms Pilar.

Well, happy birthday.

- Thank you, Ms Pilar.

I made carrot cake.

Very good.

Sh*t.

- What is it?

That's the Portugues lady

I should have stayed with.

Did you enjoy that?

- Very much.

There'll be more next year.

Have you got your twelve raisins ready?

- I don't like raisins.

Pagan rituals.

Jesus, Marie, Joseph.

Happy New Year.

Happy 2011, Pilar.

You know, I've been thinking of you.

Your company, Pilar,

is the ray of light that pierces

the darkness of the hole where lives...

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